Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“I said his poetry was terrible. It sounds like he ate a dictionary and started vomiting up words at random.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I keep thinking about blood, I dream about it. Wake up thinking about it. Pretty soon I'll be writing morbid emo poetry… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Atque in pepetuum, frater, ave atque vale,” he whispered. The words of the poem had never seemed so fitting: Forever and ever,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“You don't even like poetry," Tessa said, her voice catching on a half laugh of relief. "No. But you make me want… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“His head propped on a stack of poetry books he’d brought from the library. Almost all of them had been inscribed on… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Your friend's poetry is terrible," he said. Clary blinked, caught momentarily off guard. "What?" "I said his poetry was terrible. It sounds… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
He found himself wanting to write poetry about how her blue eyes were like starlight and her hair like night, because "night"… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Oh, what is brighter than the light? What is darker than the night? What is kkener than an axe? What is softer… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Besides, it’s not a favor,” Simon added, “it’s a poetry slam around the block from your house. It’s not like I’m inviting… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
It's a bit of the very last verse from Paradiso- Dante's Paradise. 'My will and my desire were turned by love, the… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
One must always be careful of books,' said Tessa, 'and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.'… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
What’s that poem again?” Will, who had been twirling his empty teacup around his fingers, stood up straight and declaimed: “Each spake… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Sorry about that, guys!” he yelled. “All right. I’m Eric, and this is my homeboy Matt on the drums. My first poem… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“She winced and covered her ears as Eric,onstage, wrestled with his microphone. "Sorry about that, guys!" he yelled. "All right. I'm Eric,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Will gave a short, disbelieving laugh. "It's true," he said. "I am no hero." "No," Tessa said. "You are a person, just… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Against his own will, almost, Will felt himself understanding; he would have done anything, he thought, told any lie, taken any risk, to make… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“So Jace is my actual family," Kit said. "But I can't go live with him, because him and his hot girlfriend are going off… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Clarissa," he said, "here with the vampire, I see. When things have settled a bit, we really must discuss you choice in pets.. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Must I go bound while you go free Must I love a manwho doesn't love me Must I be born with so little art… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
If you're texting Magnus to say 'I think u r kewl,' I'm going to kill you." "Who's Magnus?" Max inquired. "He's a warlock," said… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“they all have always loved you Will Herondale, for you cannot hide what is good about yourself, however har you try.” — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“We work through this together, remember? No shutting me out. No epic sulks.” “I was figuring I could sulk for Idris in the next… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Lex malla, lex nulla,” said Julian with a regretful wave of his hand. It was the Blackthorn family motto: A bad law is no… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Maybe that was why she couldn't cry, she realized, staring dry-eyed at the ceiling. Because what was the point in crying when there was… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
